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next time, please shut up

and as we neared the summit    
she grabbed my hand. I'm not too shy    
to admit that we pranced together    
them last ten paces or so.    
Everything was choice cut,    
the wind, sun, air, even the trees were smiling.    
The good stuff, the reasons for cliché.    
   
We reached the top just as a rainbow    
burrowed into the back of an eagle    
and our shared and sincere silence    
almost epiphany'd our asses away    
   
but    
   
of course she broke it    
some itch in her made her shout obnoxious    
into the face of our perfection    
Something about past lives    
and having been here before    
   
I broke the spell completely    
with my sigh, and told her    
that my spirit animal is a wombat    
and that I am not sure if it's the dung beetle    
or its ball; that is my karma    
but, either way shit can be rounded   
   
Neither of us gained    
in the loss of Nirvana that day    
but at least I can still look my pen    
in the face
Written by lightbaron
Published | Edited 9th Oct 2013
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